Commune Records cassette release "Drug Portal: Heavy Dilemma".

Tracks:
1. Cosmic Reversal
2. Flash
3. Heavy Breath
4. Space Pt. 2
5. Sky Opening 1000 Times/Slowburn
6. Surrounds
7. Space Pt. 3
8. Denial Of Mankind
9. Supreme Being Of Psychedelic Majesty
10. Overdose Of You
11. So Long Chartreuse Colours

"Stock up on everything from the mundane world you'll need to sustain yourself and get ready to settle in for a long time—this is the sort of extremely generous album where a 14-plus-minute track ("Sky Opening 1000 Times//Slowburn") might be the climax, but not the culmination. The band tests its endurance via a long journey that traverses wah-wah hallucinations, mournful keening for lost worlds, pulsing rhythms soundtracking inexplicable sky phenomena, and that inevitable moment when dawn's light appears and washes everything flat. It's the sort of experience that's never as spontaneous as it seems, yet can never be fully planned either. Drug Portal is one of the best psych albums I've heard in years, and I'm glad it's homegrown."
(Monica Kendrick - Chicago Reader 9/1/2011)

“Psychedelic Chicago is at home in the music of Dark Fog. Adroitly mixing overdrive space rock and downer nineties shoegaze, Dark Fog is the bringer
of big sound, as in capacious, reverberating broadly enough to "ll an amphitheater of drooling sonic minions. The witchy, acid guitar noodling, though, might suggest that the Fog would’ve been right at home playing the monumentally large Woodstock, sending weeping psychedelic melt-wash caroming over the rustic hills of the Hudson Valley for miles in the dusk.
Dark Fog makes the kind of music that can only herald the approach of, to use the full extent of my nerd-core knowledge, a planeswalker, that is, one of those legendary creatures of Magic: The Gathering fame who can traverse the different planes of existence like a superstring pilgrim. A tuned-in and dropped-out wet-dream, full immersion in the Fog presents with all the static charge of a dimensional rift, leaving rainbow fractal stains on the retina. And maybe it all sounds like a bad cliché of seventies spoon-bend psych, but in this case, the cliché is where language hits a dead end; you just have to be there man.”
(David Wicik - Newcity, 2/7/11)